No Weakeners

Suedehead pulp horror writer and man about town; the UK poetry scene would be a duller place without Tim Wells. In No Weakeners he harks back to the streets that made him--captured in snapshots of his teenage love life--with trademark chutzpah and dry wit.We stop at pubs gigs behind the bins in cemeteries and sticky-floored cinemas to honour a shimmer of fierce and formidable young women. Hard drinking and hard fighting they are nobodys fools. Spitting defiance: a million girls are born they do not cry but kick.